They Hate What You Represent

The ones doing nothing always talk the most.

They sit in circles, broke and bitter, taking shots at people who are actually moving.

Mocking what they don’t understand.

Criticizing what they couldn’t carry.

Picking apart your drive so they don’t have to confront their own decay.

Here’s the thing you gotta understand:

They don’t hate you.

They hate what you represent.

You represent motion.

You represent discipline.

You represent what they could’ve been if they didn’t quit on themselves.

Your consistency? It convicts them.

Your growth? It exposes their excuses.

Your pace? It reminds them they chose comfort over courage.

That’s why they talk.

Because they can’t do.

So they perform.

Loud, dramatic, worthless performances for an audience just as miserable as them.

You don’t owe them a reaction.

You don’t owe them your peace.

You don’t owe them a single ounce of your fucking energy.

Let them run their mouths.

Let them keep pretending they’re relevant.

Let them stay stuck in the same spot while you stack win after win in silence.

Because one day…

You’ll be winning so big…

…they’ll say your name just to make themselves feel relevant to the conversation.

You’ll be “that guy they grew up with”.

When that day comes?

You won’t even remember who the fuck they were.

Keep building.

Keep moving.

Keep your blade sharp.

Eventually…

After the hate fades…

Most of these very same people will improve themselves because of seeing what you did.

If they don’t…

…and still run their fat hater mouths with their Cheeto dust fingers from behind a keyboard in their shitty life…

Bury their noise 1000 fucking feet deep by becoming everything they were too afraid to become.

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